Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.